Living the COLD Life

I'm back. Back to village living. Back to prayers on the loud speaker.

And to be honest I'm none too pleased.

I was LIVING. Ooohhh man. Put me on a train through the Rajisthani desert. Let's ride camels for three days and sleep under the stars and wake up to a desert sunrise and be served chai in bed, and then we'll visit fortresses and live like princessess and dine in rooftop restaurants watching lights dance across water and then perhaps after that we'll ring in a new decade by crashing a lush party and chatting with the Maharaj's brother, and just to top it off we'll get sick and then visit the Taj Mahal and bask in India's beauty.

And then I had to come back to reality. Which, just FYI, is freezing. I can see my breathe in our livingroom. I haven't changed clothes (or bathed) for two and a half days. It's simply too cold.

Take me back to the camels. Take me back to open land and the desert and awaiting trains!

Or damn if nothing else at least heat Punjab up to the point where I can bear to have a hot bucket shower.